“You’re so wet,” he whispered against her, and his voice vibrated against her too-sensitive flesh before his finger moved to trace her through the soaked fabric.

And then his hands moved so quickly, she didn’t know what he was doing until it was too late. He’d grabbed onto the sides of her thong and torn them apart in one, swift movement. Suddenly, she was completely bare…right there in the park…

“Oh god,” she moaned as he silenced her thoughts with the tip of his tongue, gliding along her wet slit with a feather light touch that sought to overwhelm her with pleasure and frustration at the same time. She wanted him to stop—he shouldn’t be doing this—and she wanted him to press harder, to go deeper…